Micropoems

vivianimbriotis | Oct. 27, 2021, 1:48 p.m.

International (carnal) relations

You told me it wasn’t a love letter,

It was a declaration of independence.

I miss you, but

We’re different polities now.

Quixotism

We wear face masks at the hospital.

I can’t smell a thing, and neither

Can anyone else.

Every morning, after I shower,

I put on cologne.

Teenagers

I will love you forever.

We will get married, and buy a house

And have hanging points in our bedroom

And a cat

And we won’t take each other’s last names

(barbaric, honestly)

And you can read to me from

Your huge book of Poe Poems

While I die.

Wait, that’s your parents

Shit, where are my pants?

Communication

You are not into me

I know because I’ve made my move

I messaged you on Facebook

About the Emperor’s New Groove.

You used one of those emoji reacts

And didn’t reply.

It was good while it lasted.

Guess this is good-bye.

The Mental State Examination

Learning psychiatry is dangerous

Increasingly, I think

I could fake

Feeling

Well

The word ‘liminal’ is overused by everyone but me

There’s a gap in my nostalgia.

Being a teenager, what emotion,

What a thing to look back upon,

What a disaster.

Moving out of home,

What an exciting time to be alive.

But since? A liminal half-decade,

Waiting to be a doctor,

Waiting to fall in love,

Waiting for something

Worth longing for.